Luyện nghe bài hát Victim

I the motion of the car before I open my eyes.
The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black.
of gas, oil, animals.
I'm in the trunk.

My wrists and tied.
over my mouth
it covers my nose
but I can barely.
I must have here for hours,
everything's stiff and my head
like drumming on china.

The car stops.
He turns off the -- but there are no traffic sounds.
No sounds. No wind. What place has no wind?
I my head towards the sounds
like people watch when something terrible happens.

My palms are sweating. am I?
The trunk squeaks as he it up and the sun blinds me.
He almost looks like a faceless surrounded by light.
He pulls me out of the trunk and bangs my against the door.
I try to cry out, but it comes a hum.

He drags me, half-standing, along a dirt road a house.
I can't see any other and it looks like a farm.
The screen bangs behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure inside.
All the have changed here.

I'm down a hall like a bag and I look for a phone, other doors.
Nothing but bare and brown boxes in small rooms.
He pulls me into the
and I almost crack my head as he me onto the floor.
his head to the side and gazes at me
as if I was a pet walks out.

I'm lying there for a time, trying to get the tape off of me.
My eyes are tearing. I don't a sound.
I can't get up and I keep rolling from side to side, not to make noise.

I've got to get him to to me.
If I can get this thing off my I can talk to him.
tell him my name.
Have you killed women in here?
I'm thinking you've got hundreds of nailed down,
hung on walls, hanging ceiling fans
swinging in summer wind.

Why did you me?
If I had stayed to at the library
I have been there twenty minutes longer
maybe I'd have OK.
have rushed into the house, books piled up in my arms like a baby,
and explanations why I was sorry.
So I'm late everyone.

Would you waited for me anyway?
Would you have another woman?
I have read about her in the paper and said
oh my god, I was that night...
and called all my in a panic.
Telling them then how I loved them
as if I'd never the chance again.

I wonder everyone is doing now. Putting up signs.
Showing my on the evening news. Calling old friends.
Maybe I'm not even considered yet.

The family will fall and my parents will go crazy. Slowly.
My brother will be so quiet at the funeral and the casket be closed.
(I never even told what kind of funeral I wanted when I died.)

Maybe years from now they'll my skeleton
on the floor here and they'll have to use dental records to me.
My family will say "At least we now.
We always she was alive somewhere.
We just she's in peace."

I sleep my dreams are crazy -- I'm flying over fields.
I don't think I sleep for than twenty minutes and when I wake up,
it feels I'm under a heavy blanket. I'm still here.

As I up I hear a dog barking in the distance
and I I'm in my parents' house in South Carolina.
When I open my eyes, there's a shotgun pressed them.
never get married.
I'll never kids.
never go to Europe.
I'll never to play piano.
I'll write a book.

The last I hear is a click